Dark Eldar

The talkative guards relayed the contents of Neltharion Flame's letter orally to his brother, Saberian. In the frigid ice cellar, the once arrogant Saberian huddled under his wings, no longer daring to transform into human form. His massive body and tough "Iron Skin Scales" (Armor +5000) provided excellent insulation.

The "dutiful" Frost Elder Salia has temporarily left due to overwork. Her intermediate apprentices are now responsible for maintaining the frozen temperature of the "Cold Iron," working day and night to keep it below -25 degrees Fahrenheit, and as low as possible, to prevent the "Dragonfire" from reigniting. (New daily quest: "Look after" the unrepentant Black Dragon King's brother, daily reward 50G gold and 300 experience; a party quest, must be completed by 3 or more Frost apprentices.)

As for the letter's question about whether the injury to the left dragon claw would recur, Elder Schopenhauer kept it in mind, for it was, after all, a "scar of justice"! He personally went to the ice cellar to check.

Due to the ingestion of the "Humanoid Potion," the wounds on Saberian's dragon claws have become less noticeable for some reason. (Secret: The Humanoid Potion does indeed have healing properties; initially, the Dark Eldar were reluctant to use it to seduce dragons.)

"How is it, Black Dragon King? Are you satisfied with the environment? I'll try my best to imprison you without harming you. This other world has no right to judge you. I have no reason to mistreat you. Just tell me what you want to eat. Our other world has plenty of food reserves, especially beef, mutton, and magic crystals. What I'd like to ask is about your old wounds? If it weren't for the humanoid potion's ability to remove scars?" Schopenhauer asked, reaching out to stroke Saberian's "big feet" from outside the icy cage.

"Squeak!! Squeak!" Saberian gritted his teeth in fury! He kicked Schopenhauer's hand away. He had no desire to accept human "mercy." His mind was filled with "regret"!! His desire to overthrow his brother's rule and forcibly evolve the dragon race had utterly failed... (Dragons are not unintelligent, but their primal impulses are too strong, and they are generally not rational, unless they have experienced several epic battles like the Black Dragon King Neltharion Flame, before they can "awaken"! Saberian is a newly emerging young dragon, much younger than his brother.)

Neltharion Flame, the Black Dragon King, soared through the gloomy sky at incredible speed. If one had ever seen an eagle in flight, the Dragon King's speed was 100 times that of an eagle, and its spectacular flight was unparalleled. He resembled a gigantic dark cloud! At times, he unleashed thunderous roars! The small creatures on the ground (hamsters, deer, hedgehogs, etc.) trembled with fear.

"The Dragon King's will" is a divine power. No one can shake it! Where is Neltharion going? It's a mystery; no one dares to follow him! (The Dragon King's eyes can see through all invisibility.)

One kilometer away, a tall, agile human warrior could be vaguely seen, seemingly chasing after the dark clouds in the sky. He was clad in high-level armor, riding a high-grade vulture, and appeared determined not to give up until he caught up with the black dragon!

Ordinary warriors, even high-ranking elven warriors, dare not follow Neltharion. Who exactly is he? Is he a hunter? Or a one-man dragon?

"Put away that wretched mount, my friend! Don't tire it out. You're quite old for a human, not completely dead yet? Did you drink their potion too?" Neltharion initially wanted to get rid of the human warrior, but after thinking it over, he decided to give up. After all, having a strong teammate was better than having an enemy. Besides, this warrior could act as a tank and a DPS, allowing him to better unleash his fire-breathing attacks.

"Hello, Brother Dragon King! Long time no see!" As he spoke, the human warrior removed his helmet. His helmet was of extremely high quality, tightly sealed, and its origins were unknown; it didn't seem like equipment from another world. ... Aha! It's Old Demacia from the beginning!! (Without carrying any "artifact")

"Demar, judging from your beard and hair color, you're old, but your body is still so strong!" Nesario said after looking you over.

"Huff!—Huff! I knew you'd come down to see me! Are you really going to risk everything for the antidote? You know, your fall was far worse than your brother's! Aren't you afraid of being ambushed?" Demar said, panting. He was indeed old.

On the ground, occasionally a pack of wolves would watch from afar. For them, seeing the Black Dragon King in their lifetime was an eye-opening experience! If they were lucky, they might become "Forest Dire Wolves" in the future.

"Let's go together! At least I can block the exit! Just like last time!" Dema said, preparing to leap onto it. He hadn't ridden a dragon in a long time, especially the enormous Black Dragon King, which was definitely the "number one mount" in the multiverse.

"Thank you! Demacia! We'll definitely succeed!" Neltharion Flame charged into the sky with even greater speed! Vertically upwards!!! They were going to settle scores with the Dark Eldar!

After the epic war, everyone, including the elves, believed that the "Dark Eldar" were hiding in the clear waters of the World Tree. In truth, they were in the heavens...

(Note: The Dark Eldar have mastered "teleportation," and all of them are above level 200. Since their defeat in the last battle against the other world, their descendants have worked even harder! They have completely broken free from the shackles of "order" and have once again developed into the highest-level race...)